fucking garbage
Whereupon ruminating waters there oft reclin'd a young boy
The world of memories we see is ghosts trapped in the flesh
Like a mitten blown away by the wind
Soggy noodles taste like a spittle
But it turned out that she had a penis
Standing in this puddle of piddle
The world spins faster once we've all lain down to die
Dozing for millennia, a brazen bolt of mittens arcs with regal restitution
The world in her eyes, so blue and wet
Some minutes seem longer than others
The eyes in her wet, so worldly and blue
I spend them, mostly, under the covers
I want to be a computer!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAああああああああああああ
D.Q.N. was him!?
Forever burnt into my retinas
I scaled the seas in search of some sordid secret
He thrusts his mitts against her bust
A thousand lines were drawn in the sand
Beneath the lunar orb, together with a young girl
I can't wait to bomb some dodongoes
A secret in a bottle of marmalade
Unknowing of the inherent inferiority of gloves
The mind silenced, the body speaks: and quite loudly
Alas, cruel fate!
Window degree wife
Extreme prejudice in all dimensions; thoughtful: shameful? Powerful
Till death do us part
Twisting, tearing, writhing, screaming .
Healing, uniting, calming, silently
So soft, so delicate - but no longer!
DEATH!
Glistening, warm, dripping and long.
Her tender lips parted and those familiar words came out:
Life! Prosperity! Wealth!
And so it goes
Yesterday and today and tomorrow as well
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
I can't believe this thread fell off the front page just as we finished each line! How could such a thing happen?
Anyway, I suppose that I "hand pick":
>>2,3,5,7,11,13,17,19,23,29,31,37,41
Although I can't help but feel it would be better to just split it into stanzas of four lines each. It would be much simpler and involve less repetition. I propose that >>45 has the final say on the format of the poem.
~ by Bun von Bunnington ~
>>42,44
I believe a compromise is in order, hmmyes?
First stanza: prime numbers
>>2,3,7,11,13,17,19,23
Second stanza: odd numbers
>>21,27,29,31,33,37,39,41
Third stanza: even numbers
>>22,24,26,28,32,34,36,38
Fourth stanza: multiples of five
>>5,10,15,20,25,30,35,40
Fifth stanza: the rest
>>4,6,8,9,12,14,16,18
And now I'm off to the publisher's office.
>>46
fucking garbage
Whereupon ruminating waters there oft reclin'd a young boy
But it turned out that she had a penis
The world in her eyes, so blue and wet
The eyes in her wet, so worldly and blue
D.Q.N. was him!?
I scaled the seas in search of some sordid secret
I can't wait to bomb some dodongoes
A thousand lines were drawn in the sand
Alas, cruel fate!
Extreme prejudice in all dimensions; thoughtful: shameful? Powerful
Twisting, tearing, writhing, screaming .
So soft, so delicate - but no longer!
'Silent as the sea siphoning seals, splendid as the surf, surely you are joking, my dear professor, sir?'
And so it goes
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Beneath the lunar orb, together with a young girl
A secret in a bottle of marmalade
The mind silenced, the body speaks: and quite loudly
Window degree wife
Healing, uniting, calming, silently
DEATH!
Her tender lips parted and those familiar words came out:
Life! Prosperity! Wealth!
Like a mitten blown away by the wind
Dozing for millennia, a brazen bolt of mittens arcs with regal restitution
I want to be a computer!
He thrusts his mitts against her bust
Unknowing of the inherent inferiority of gloves
Till death do us part
Glistening, warm, dripping and long.
Yesterday and today and tomorrow as well
The world of memories we see is ghosts trapped in the flesh
Soggy noodles taste like a spittle
Standing in this puddle of piddle
The world spins faster once we've all lain down to die
Some minutes seem longer than others
I spend them, mostly, under the covers
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAああああああああああああ
Forever burnt into my retinas
Consider this poem published.
http://tanasinn.info/wiki/It%27s_Crowded_On_The_Balcony
And now, shockingly, I shall use this long dead thread to catalogue my own weird poetry. You're welcome to read it if you happen to come across it, but please don't bump it to the front page.
Beside the swell and slumber, innumerable hands
Reached out from the trees and stones
Softly, tenderly, they led me to that place
Where snowfall absolves our sinners' bones
(割と場所は空いてるわよ)
(We do have a few empty places)
Curls and coils of bonds reconciled
They asked, "Are these meritless?
Are you to say that the palace lack substance
Simply because it lacks a witness?"
(でも、あなたはお呼びではない)
(You still are not invited, dear)
Blue eyes gazed, black thoughts sank
All realms were clarified
The number of my visits is rendered finite
By this decade long suicide
(最後の詰めが肝心なのよ)
(The conclusion is the most important part)
You'll miss it when it's gone.
Raindrops fall onto the window pane
And through that grey coloured square
I see the bloodied living trees feign
The hue of a dead woman's hair.
Raindrops fall upon the window pane
And through their tiny lenses
I pass to a world beyond alkanes
DMT's gift made endless.
Raindrops fall against the window pane
And the glass shatters under their weight
What? Such a feat can't be accomplished by rain?
Perhaps you shall share the window's fate!
Sticks and stones won't break my bones
And nor will an armoured tank
Sharpest blades shan't break my skin
Bullets cannot pierce my flank
You can't harm me; no one can
I am the diamond man
My heart cannot be broken
Don't even bother to try
Aged rocks and withered trees
Will sooner shed tear than I
You can't touch me; no one can
I am the diamond man
Those who know me live in fear
Which is just as it should be
You are dead through the eyes of
Invulnerability
You can't stop me; no one can
I am the diamond man
Truly, my life is perfect
But I can't remember which
Flawless spheres all look alike
Anhedonia's a bitch
You can't save me; no one can
I am the diamond man
Ranta tanta tan
Ran tanta ranntan
Tanta ranntan tan ranta tan
No one is here
Now I can write poetry
I see you
Dancing here
Someone was watching
Now you're had